The bullet entered the brain
The brain considered the pain
The pain unclouded the rain
The rain just cleaned up the stain
Exhaust filled alleyways cracked and torn
the wide green parks frail and worn
The factories spew out toxins day and night
winding through the air and blinding my sight
Paint me a picture of petals on flowers
as childhood mica and the glory was ours
14.05.2023
Anne-Lise Andresen
Copyright © All Rights Reserved
Dust wraps him from his head to toe;
What more? - He's to bite the bullet,
For he's been busted by his foe;
Dust wraps him from his head to toe
And rusts his heart. Is that his flaw?
He clacks like a little pullet.
Dust wraps him from his head to toe;
What more? - He's to bite the bullet.
Chosen title: Bite the bullet
Nov. 1, 2020
Pick-A-Title, Vol 24 - Triolet - Poetry Contest
Contest Sponsor: Edward Ebeh
How beautiful the third heaven must be
An oasis for the tired and thirsty
Jesus has prepared it for you and me
How beautiful the third heaven must be
A resting place where we'll all be free
The lamb bit the bullet for the unworthy
How beautiful the third heaven must be
An oasis for the tired and thirsty
Written: October 27, 2020
Sponsor: Edward Ibeh
Putting on my makeup is challenging
I have Tardive Dyskinesia
I'll blot my lipstick while babbling
Putting on my makeup is challenging
While adding my eye shadow balancing
Cover up glided though Synaesthesia
Putting on my makeup is challenging
I have Tardive Dyskinesia
Surrounded by darkness, no light in sight,
nerves rattled and afraid to move.
Something was wrong, it didn’t feel right,
surrounded by darkness, no light in sight.
Bang!Bit bullet,he had something to prove,
blood flowed from her mouth that night.
Nerves rattled and afraid to move.
surrounded by darkness, no light in sight.
Inspired by the Pick A Title
Contest : Triolet
Sponsor: Edward Ibeh
5 Bite The Bullet
10/25/2020
Bite The Bullet
Puerile caliber, risks crypt goes I,
peashooter to Saturday-night-special,
relatives riddled our home, armed, shot nigh,
puerile caliber, risks crypt goes I,
mortared appendages, aimless, I sigh,
pinched and kissed, triggered red-bled cheeks, et al,
puerile caliber, risks crypt goes I,
peashooter to Saturday-night-special.
REVISED
2020 October 25
*Honorable Mention*
Pick-A-Title, Vol 24 - Triolet
~~Edward Ibeh
Thy future is held within my comparing eyes
Affixing empathy, but the document remains so
Judgement shall pass as compassion cries
The future is held within my comparing eyes
Forthcoming penance, whether one lives or dies
An arduous conclusion you at once shall know
Thy future is held within my comparing eyes
Affixing empathy, but the document remains so
October 19, 2020
Title: Bite The Bullet
Pick-A-Title, Vol 24-Triolet-Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Edward Ibeh
You tell me I gotta bite the bullet.
Then you turn around and chant “Pull it! Pull it!”
Because you’re not the one diseased.
Teased.
Seized.
So you don’t really care if the trigger gets squeezed.
You sit in your chair studying my thoughts, my every word.
Notepad in hand, scribbling your diagnosis, which happens to be absurd.
Because you have no medicine to cure my pain.
Maybe I’ve just snapped and gone insane...
How ‘bout that one DOC!
Shhhh. Listen. “tick-tock” says the clock…
Enough with the therapy session.
An hour of your lies isn’t gonna erase my depression.
So quit feeding me doses of anti-depressants.
I don’t need a placebo, I need to hear a sensible sentence.
Some words that alleviate my fear.
Dry every last tear.
But you people just prick me with a needle that picks and picks.
Until I’ve endured a broken mind impossible to fix.
Doctor, you can’t draw a smile across my face.
You’ve never lived in this dark of a place
You don't understand.
It’s already been shot down my gullet.
So how am I supposed to bite the bullet?
Got a gun to your head
Bite the bullet
Have a shotgun wed
Bite the bullet
Too early to rise from bed
Bite the bullet
Can't take back what you said
Bite the bullet
Get happy the way you got mad
Bite the bullet
Think your better off dead
Bite the bullet
People keep calling you Fred
Bite the bullet
Being blue while voting red
Bite the bullet
Falling behind after you led
Bite the bullet
Eating the bull you're fed
Bite the bullet
You're old but act like a kid
Bite the bullet
Healthy but addicted to meds
Bite the bullet
Insanity doing what you always did
Bite the bullet
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